Well, I guess they’re asleep.
Norah.
When I think of England I always think of it at tea-time. [She looks at the tea-things they have just used.] Miss Wickham had a beautiful old silver teapot—George II.—and she was awfully proud of it. And she was very proud of her tea-set—it was old Worcester—and she wouldn’t let anyone wash the things but.... And two or three times a week an old Indian judge came in to tea, and he used to talk to me about the East—oh, why did you make me think of it all?
Taylor.
The past is dead and gone, my girl. We’ve got the future.
Norah.
[Paying no attention to his words.] One never knows when one’s well off, does one? It’s madness to think of what’s gone for ever.
Taylor.
I wish we’d got a drop of liquor here so as we could drink one another’s health. But as we ain’t you’d better give me a kiss instead.
Norah.